"the time of decision making was inevitable, dearest lucid. if you're to choose, choose /wisely./ they speak volumes of your character." his tone is serious, dripping with fact as he flicks his hand from inside of the mirror, flashes a smile all too sardonic. "will you wear your hair up or down today? ❤" never mind, that smile is absolutely for 100% joke's sake.
the butterfly wonders: ‘ will a day ever go by in which i am not spied upon ? ’ as her brush is guided through locks of pink and purple hue , gaze off-cast from the reflective surface if only to save herself some embarrassment . granted , there are much worse times the spider could choose the eaves drop – but these informal good mornings have got to be in a top five ‘most blush-inducing encounters’ list .
‘ still rising before the sun , commander ? there’s no way you’re getting enough sleep . ’
‘ it should be considered a crime to favor reality over dreams – do you have any defense ? ’
though framed as if meant to hold venom , the words carry no such thing – no , for on the contrary a smile is cracked &. a pale hand reaches across her boudoir to snatch a ribbon from it’s case . up isn’t exactly her normal , but change is good for the soul as they say – welcoming it is simply sign of a person with their head on straight , but Great One so help her if he dares make some out of line comment amidst this .
‘ in any case , i feel today is a lazier day . is a messy bun worth the effort , or should i just pull it back in a loose ponytail ? ’